"Yes; there is nothing I would not do for you. There is no ambition that would not fill my heart and soul for your sake. You know that, Florence, don't you?" "I don't," said Florence, rather bluntly. "I can't imagine for a single moment why you talk as you do." "I only felt that you must know," he answered. He was a little piqued by her manner; but then, when he looked into her eyes--yes, they were dark grey to-day, and he did admire dark grey eyes, they were so expressive--he felt that she, herself, alone, independent of thousands, was a girl worth winning. He really began to be quite in love with her. He delighted in the feeling which she gave him. He wondered if it was really true, and if he would be steadfast to her if she were as poor as a church mouse. But then he thought again with a throb of delight how unnecessary that feeling was, for Florence would be rich; only he must secure her before she went to London. Tea was brought in, and the tea was excellent. There were several nice cakes and choice little dainties left after the dinner of the day before, and Colonel Arbuthnot joined the social gathering and made himself extremely agreeable, and in the end Reid accompanied the young ladies back to Mrs Fortescue's house. With Brenda by his side, he could not say anything special to Florence, but it was already quite perceptible that he liked her and had singled her out for attention. Susie Arbuthnot noticed it; so did the Colonel; and so certainly also did Mrs Fortescue. Mrs Fortescue was the only one who was annoyed. The Reids were a good old family. Michael Reid, as far as any one knew, had always been an excellent fellow. He had done well at school, and had passed into the Army with ease. There was no reason why he should not marry a girl with money, particularly as he liked her. So said Colonel Arbuthnot, who knew nothing about the young fellow's debts. Susie, who had been talking the matter over with her father, quite started and coloured a somewhat ugly red when Major Reid was announced. Major Reid sat down in the chair which his son had just occupied, and immediately began to talk about the Heathcote girls. "How different they are from others," he said. "I have seldom seen any one quite--to my ideas--so beautiful as Florence." Then Colonel Arbuthnot said something which made Susie long to wear her grey barege in order that she might rustle the silk. He said gravely-- "Your son seems to agree with you, Major." "Ah!" said the Major. "Do you think so? Well, nothing could give me greater happiness." After that Susie got up to leave the room, but her father called her back. "We have no secrets from you, Tabby," he said. Tabby was his favourite name for her, and she sat down again near his side.